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The Last Film Footage of Lugosi

she's more angora since she sheared off her locks but since i've lost the key and so certain doors must remain closed as if off season for reasons that only monthly disagree so i seem to see but by the blood of christ i drink and of the host the body I barely eat enough of a piece of wafer to taste the holy ghost let alone feel him moving me to do anything filled with apathy of the meaningless meant for minions forgiving their forgiveness to be blessed may i suggest since thinking one day to be a Franciscan monk that one must speak the unspeakable mind and then maybe then you may find the talkative and so provocative words whispered in your ear's mind that seem to be unkind but everytime you pass a blooming rose take the time and do not pass without smelling the Goddess

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Book: Shattered Sighs